Holy cats. I’m all in once place. Here’s how it happened:
RW came home for one day. He asked me how long I wanted to stay in the Methow. I yelled out, “Until the bitter end!” Because I can be dramatic like that and I feel like I’m settled into work right now and am resistant to the idea of uprooting. He looked around little cabin in the woods, chewed his fingernails for a moment, and then called our friend in Idaho, who happens to be living in our house there, and told her she could keep it until November 1st. Then he picked me up, put me in our truck, drove me down to the smokejumper base and helped me pack up the Airstream and move it all the way up the mountain (slowly, people, ever so slowly, with the trucked locked in low 4×4 all the way — and I should mention there was a chainsaw involved as well…). Now, we’re all in one place and I’m rather relieved. I did my best to be a good sport. I’ve been a good sport all summer. That said, RW could immediately see that our current setup was tough for me so he helped me do something about it. I’m so thankful the Airstream is up on the mountain, where I am living. Now I’m set up for a month and a half of success with work and life. I even have a steady internet connection and I’ll begin chipping away at answering your notes.
He leaves tomorrow morning, again, bound to fly and probably jump fire near Mount Rainier. I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave. What I love, even more, is seeing the man he is turning into. This was a sixteen day roll. Tomorrow, he could be away for another two weeks. Each time he returns, I think he’s grown a little more handsome, a little more wise, broader in knowledge and confidence, a little more beautiful and rugged in his soul. These fires must be refiners fires…the best kind of fire there is.